Wow! This is my very first fanfic ever! Please no flames. I am learning my way-slowly. A gigundo chocolate chip cyber cookie to my beta, Zaedah, for all her help.
I do not have or own anything to do with Fringe. I just obsess over it!
The magic eight ball is back! Olivia is upset after her conversation with Peter, and needs clarification. Picks up the day after "Unleashed."
Yes-definitely
It was late. And quiet. And she was alone.
Olivia rubbed her temple above her dark reading glasses with her fingers, and slammed the FBI-issue,
olive drab plastic folder shut.
"Too tired," she thought. She removed her glasses and looked around her office, and then at her desk
and its meager embellishments.
Her gaze landed on the dark orb. She heaved a sigh. The last conversation she had had here with Peter
ran through her head in a loop.
"Does that bother you?" he had asked with that Cheshire cat grin.
"No," she had replied. Liar! Big fat liar! her mind screamed at her. It did bother her. A lot. It bothered
her that he seemed to be giving her mixed signals. He had always been there for her. But he wanted Rachel's attention now. It bothered Olivia that maybe she was wrong about Peter's intentions.
Wrong about him? NO! I've felt it all along. That time when he looked at me when we were standing outside Harvard just hours after John died. That look. I don't know how but I just knew that somehow everything was going to fall into place. That I could trust Peter. He would never deliberately hurt me, would he? she asked herself nervously.
Cautiously she picked up the magic eight ball that normally made her think of Ella and resultantly put a smile on her face. But now instead, she felt fear and dread.
Just ask it! her mind screamed.
Holding the magic eight ball in her hands at eye level, Olivia stared at the little white triangle floating in the murky liquid. The words she thought she was merely thinking poured out from her lips.
"Does Peter want Rachel?" She shook the ball. The triangle spun a few times making a clicking sound as it hit the walls of the ball, and then stopped.
"My sources say no," the little triangle said.
OK, she thought. Olivia sighed again, reluctant to ask it another question.
"Does Peter want one of us Dunham girls?" She shook the magic eight ball harder this time. The triangle spun several times, and then stood still.
"Yes-definitely," read the triangle.
Olivia's pulse jumped up 30 beats per minute and her palms started to sweat.
Outside her window a siren wailed and created the Doppler shift, making Olivia even more edgy.
OK. Ask it. You know you want to! Olivia's mind screamed. She took a cleansing breath and resumed her focus on the triangle.
"Does Peter Bishop want me?" She shook the orb a half dozen times and stopped, her heart feeling like it was going to burst right out of her chest. The triangle went crazy spinning end over end, and after what felt like an eternity it stopped its mad frenzy of movement.
"Reply hazy-try again," the triangle read.
Oh for Pete's sake! Olivia's tortured mind screamed.
"Does. Peter. Bishop. Want. ME?!" she said aloud, at a volume louder than before. This time she did not move the ball with her hands. Instead, she put all the concentration she could muster on the little white triangle. After a few seconds the triangle started to move in a controlled, rhythmically clicking manner. It stopped shortly thereafter.
"Yes-definitely," the triangle read.
Olivia dropped the ball harshly on her desk, as if it were on fire. She gasped and put a hand to her lips. She didn't know what shocked her more-the fact that she had made the triangle move, or the words that it displayed.
Without another thought, she jumped up from her chair, grabbed her coat and briefcase, and bolted out her office door.